Warning: This story features graphic sex elements and strong language that may offend or disturb some readers. The adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.

All characters portrayed are 18 years of age or older.

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"...she started to panic.She climbed back in the car in a rush and turned theheadlights on. Nothing out there but trees as far as she couldsee. The need to run wouldn’t go away, though, so she tore through the pile of clothes on the floor looking for the keys inKyle’s pocket. A surge of relief almost erased the panic enough for her to worry about where he might be as she heard the jangle and her fingers found the pocket opening, but then shelooked up as she started the car and just started screaming from the deepest, most primal part of her. Right in front of the car, covered in fur like an animal but standing on two feet and heavily muscled like a man, was themost terrifying thing she had ever seen. Her intellect knew what it was, what it had to be with its pointed ears and longWerewolves snout and horribly long teeth and claws, but the rest of her didn’t care what she called it. She just wanted it to not bethere. Her fear was too profound for her to even think about running; all she could do was sit and shake. But it just stood there. It didn’t move toward her, it didn’t attack the car, it juststood and stared."

Hillary Ryans lives in Miami, Florida. Writing is her great passion in life. When she is not writing, she can usually be found on the beach. She loves swimming and long walks along the beach at sunset.